Ma struggled to leave, and finally brought with him a more flavorful and digestible rabbit meat.

Sister Liu lit a cigarette and stood at the door of the clinic and watched Ma Fenfen disappear into the darkness.

"Sister Liu, Ma Zhan doesn't look stupid, why is he willing to nest in this village?" Zhang Shiyu was full of curiosity about Ma Zhan, but he would only discuss it with others in private.

"I've heard that that's how his parents walked out and never came back. ”

"So he didn't go out?"

"Perhaps......"

Zhang Shiyu only sympathized with this situation, but failed to think of the deeper meaning, seeing that Sister Liu didn't say anything, she didn't have the idea of asking any more, after all, she was not very gossip about these things.

Ma Zhan walked in the dark night, and several earth dogs seemed to smell the fragrance, and did not bark at him, but wagged their tails and begged for mercy.

"Let's go, you fools, it's good to give you some rabbit heads, and you want to eat good things. ”

He waved his hand and whispered to the two earth dogs.

Whenever he talked about his grandfather, he always remembered his parents who left the house when he was five years old, and this was his deepest resentment after nearly twenty years and never came back.

When he was a child, he would always stand at the gate of the village and wait for most of the day when the Chinese New Year was approaching, and he didn't wait any longer when he grew up.

It was then that he learned what he was doing now, so that he wouldn't go hungry.

He doesn't live with his grandfather because he is annoying, and there is another reason because of this.

When he got to the door, he tapped on the door and shouted, "Grandpa, it's me." ”

There are no superfluous words, just four simple words.

After a while, the wooden door creaked open. An old man with white hair and a bamboo stick stood at the door, looking at the horse struggle with a serious face.

With a strange look flashing in his eyes, he said in a dull voice, "What did you do wrong?" ”

"No, I'll get some rabbit meat leftover, and I'll bring you some. ”

Ma Zhan stood at the door, the old man didn't say to enter, and he didn't want to go in.

"Can't you say it the other way?" the old man said sternly, glaring at him.

Ma Zhan frowned, pursed his lips and did not answer, and the left hand holding the plate stepped forward slightly and said, "You hurry up and put it on, I will return the plate." ”

The old man stopped talking, took the plate in silence, and walked slowly into the house.

The room was dark, and the light bulbs were of the smallest wattage, barely barely visible. After a long time, the old man came back with an empty plate and put it in his hand.

Ma Zhan didn't speak, took the plate and turned to leave.

The old man looked at his back and sighed, a little hated that iron could not be made of steel, but he could not find a reason to speak. He had once said something like letting him go out to earn a living, it was a storm he hadn't seen before, and he never thought that this stubborn grandson's reaction would be so strong.

"My stupid Dudu, how can this place make a fortune, what are you doing if you can't get along with yourself!" the old man looked at the distant horses struggling, sighed in a low voice, and closed the door casually.

I turned around and heard a knock on the door behind me.

Opening the door, he saw an unexpected figure, and Ma Struggle had returned.

"Grandpa, do you say I'm the material for the village chief?"

Ma Zhan asked straight to the point, he thought about this question all the way, and finally felt that he would ask.

"Climb Widow Zhao's house today, drill holes tomorrow, and dig a big pit to bury people the day after tomorrow?" the old man tapped his cane and said sharply.

Ma Struggle pouted, put the plate in his hand on the ground, lit two cigarettes, handed one to the old man and put it in his mouth.

"I'm serious!" he added softly after two puffs.

The old man was stunned by his grandson's words, and his yellow fingers trembled a little as he held the cigarette.

After a long time, he spoke.

It's just that he didn't scold this grandson again, didn't say anything about the absurd things he had done over the years, just said lightly, "Come in!"

In the dim light, an old wooden table was covered with smooth but black dirt, as if it had become one with the wooden table, and could no longer be separated.

An old man and a young man sat opposite each other, with two plates of pickles and a bowl of rabbit meat still hot on the table, and the old man licked his mouth, and his five fingers were like eagle claws clasping the mouth of the jar at his feet and carrying it to the table.

He poured two bowls of his own and put them back in their place.

Pushing a bowl to his grandson, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and poked them twice on the table before slowly picking up a piece of rabbit meat.

The slow old man chewed carefully, taking a sip from time to time.

Ma Zhan didn't move his chopsticks, nor did he drink the bowl of home-brewed rice wine, just watched and waited quietly.

After a long time, the old man put down the bowl and said lightly: "Why did you suddenly think of this." ”

"Make money, just rely on those few broken skins, when will it be the end. Ma Zhan subconsciously straightened his waist and said casually.

"Oh, how are you going to make money?" the old man's face changed slightly, but he still asked patiently.

"Don't worry, you won't sell land or anything, at most you will sell some game or something. Ma Zhan said lightly, just by glancing at the old man, he knew what he was thinking.

"Hehe......"

The old man smiled unexpectedly, then took a sip of rice wine before slowly saying, "Let me tell you the truth, I have been the village chief for forty years, and the only thing I can say for this village is to make this village electric." ”

"You also need to sell the land, no one wants it in our village, just about 200 people, and I begged my grandfather to tell my grandmother for electricity. ”

"If you want to make money, if you go to a big city outside, it's useless to be the village chief here. ”

The old man's slightly trembling hand took a piece of rabbit meat, and the juice-stained piece of meat crossed his lips and the whisker was stuffed into his mouth.

Ma Zhanba pursed his mouth, lit a large front door again, and exhaled a puff of smoke before saying, "I won't go out." ”

The words were short, but they were resolute.

"I'm going to die, someone collects my body, I don't need you to do that. ”

Ma Zhan tilted his head slightly, did not look at the old man who blew his beard and stared, and said after a while: "I want to bring some people to hunt, rabbits and pheasants are a hundred, wild boars are a head, and the small ones are five hundred and the big ones are one thousand." ”

The old man smiled and said lightly: "There is always a time when the fight is over, what will the people in the village eat at that time? Besides, who will come if you want this price, isn't that stupid." ”

Ma Zhan grinned, he really agreed with this sentence.

Just thinking of the comments he saw, he was still a little moved, if it really happened, maybe it could really make the life of the village better.

"Alas, you just say how to let me take over!"

Ma Struggle, who had lost some patience, said in a showdown, and at the worst of all, he could get the 10,000 yuan in the broken system, which was 10,000 yuan of real money, and he had to sell the skin for ten years to earn it.

"You have to be the village chief, it's a good thing to have ambition, and grandpa won't extinguish your prestige. There is no need for you to make any contributions, as long as there are 20 of the 36 households in our village, as long as 20 households agree to you to be the village head, grandpa will not say a word. ”

"Really?"

The old man stared, but this time it was not lethal at all, and he knocked on the table with the back of his hand and said seriously: "Really!"